Chapter 54
Considering all this, it was only logical that Parrish lost track of time.
It wasn’t until an envelope obviously holding a greeting card came in the mail and Ransom had nonchalantly told him to go ahead and open it that he realized just how much he’d lost track of time.
“Uh…it’s a birthday card.” It was pretty, covered with flowers and birds.
“Oh? Who’s it from?”
Parrish opened the card and frowned. He took it back about it being pretty. “It’s signed from Scott.” He swallowed, feeling as if he’d sucked on a lemon. “Love from Scott. Isn’t that your lawyer’s name?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to send the card down to Miami?”
“No. Do me a favor. Toss it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
So after he finished his evening chat with his lover, Parrish tore the card in two and dropped it in the trash, but not before he got a good look at the date Scott Winston had scrawled in the upper right corner of the card—January eighth.
What did it mean, January eighth? Today was January seventh.